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daemyra prompt: blue lagoon!au
One year old Rhaenyra Targaryen and her mother , accompanied by 17 year old Daemon, are lost at sea on an trip where at the end they were supposed to be reunited with heir Viserys Targaryen, who will be kept waiting for the next 15 years.
The three of them barely survived until they reached an island. Unfortunately, Aemma dies in less than a year, therefore, Daemon bears the responsibility of raising his young niece.
He makes sure there's always food and shelter, teaches Rhaenyra as much as he can. They are all they have.
As time passes, no one comes, but the girl changes and grows up with each passing day.
And Daemon notices.
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The day Viserys gets the message he's hoped, prayed for, he collapses.
The description is precise for there are not many of them alike.
Silver haired and purple eyed.
A man, a young woman.
And a baby in arms?
#house of the dragon#game of thrones#rhaenyra targaryen#daemon targaryen#a song of ice and fire#daemyra#daemon x rhaenyra#house of dragon#Daemyra prompt#Should I start listing them?#Is this dead dove?#If this is then#Dove is alive and willing to be boiled alive#blue lagoon
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CELEBRITY AU!
Sometimes he seemed too cool, too rational. Good qualities for a successful manager. Daemon got her best auditions and interviews, in some way he was the one who made her a star.
But Rhaenyra saw how his eyes burn holes in her co-starts when they were too friendly or hug her too long even in front of cameras. He never let her fake romance for the film promotion and kept her reputation clean even when she was irresponsible.
She was not surprised when he finally snapped and kissed her after they watched her last film with a few hot scenes in it.
#daemyra#modern au#house of the dragon#rhaenyra targaryen#daemon x rhaenyra#hotd#daemon targaryen#game of thrones#daemyra aesthetic#modern westeros#celebrity au#actress/manager au#milly alcock#matt smitt#daemyra prompt#daemyra moodboard
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"Amongst those cheering loudest was Princess Rhaenyra, who was thrilled at the return of her favorite uncle and begged him to stay awhile."
DaemyraWeek2023: Day 3 - Book To Screen
#hotdedit#daemyraedit#house of the dragon#daemyra#daemyraweek2023#daemyraweek#targaryenedit#targaryensource#gotedit#targnation#gameofthonesdaily#dailyhotdgifs#userarjay#usernani#game of thrones#daemon targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#viserys targaryen#*#this prompt was tough because i've already made gifs with my favorite book moments and i didn't want to repeat things#i also know this is very daemon / viserys heavy and less daemyra but it still counts i think
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Trope reversal where rhaenyra goes to daemon, sobbing, tells him she's pregnant but the lord won't marry her and she's worried her father will disinherit her for her brother after this so daemon agrees to sleep with her, and propose marriage, claiming the "child" for his own.
Only to realize a month after the baby should be due that this normal term baby looks an awful lot like a pureblooded Targaryen not (whichever house) and they're already married and they already love each other so what is he gonna do about it? Be mad? At his scheming, manipulative, deceitful little wife? She got what she wanted and he's pleased too
#daemyra#daemon x rhaenyra#daemon targeryan#rhaenyra targaryen#hotd#fic recs#pleaseeeeeee someone tell me something like this exists !!!!#if not can one of you PHENOMENAL writers take this prompt 🫣🤩#i mean i personally imagine this taking place instead of him taking her to the brothel so basically just twisted canon
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*banner by @anamazingangie! 🤍
milk teeth - Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen
>> in progress - chapters 3/6
Prompt: When Aemma gives birth to a healthy heir, Rhaenyra is very curious about breastfeeding and often lets her brother suck on her breasts without milk. It makes him quiet and her mother is relieved that Rhaenyra likes her brother. Daemon discovers what is she doing and shows her how her tits should be sucked. Rhaenyra can't wait to get pregnant and have her own milk for Daemon to suckle.
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings*
*Please read the prompt and mind the tags. I used the "Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings" tag and added more specific warnings in the Additional Tags. Sexual content will occur between Daemon and Rhaenyra when she's 15; they will not marry/consummate their marriage until she's 16 (disclaimer - my timelines are always subject to change, but this is the current plan). There will, however, be no Major Character Death or Non-Con. There will be varying degrees of consent (hence the Dubious Consent tag), and — depending on how I end up writing particular scenes — the Consensual Non-Consent tag may be added.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Baelon Targaryen (Son of Viserys I) Lives, Aemma Arryn Lives, No Dance of the Dragons | War For Succession Between Aegon II and Rhaenyra Targaryen Never Happens, Underage Sex, Dubious Consent, Underage Masturbation, Motherhood, Pregnancy, Menstruation, Breastfeeding, Lactation Kink, Early marriage, Breeding, Blood, Uncle/Niece Incest, Mentions of Child Loss
Summary:
She knew this wasn’t proper, but it didn’t feel wrong. There was nothing perverse about it; it was merely a way to bond with her new brother. And if she did have children of her own, she would feed them herself, the customs of men and maesters be damned. What was this, if not practice? Men played at swords in the yard to practice for their wars, why should she not practice for her duties just the same?
Chapter Links:
🤍 chapter 1 🤍 chapter 2 🤍chapter 3🤍
#daemyra#daemon x rhaenyra#daemon targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd fanfic#my fics#prompt fics#summer of dove#dont like dont read
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We have our 3rd fic for week 2 of the Taboo & Twisted event!
It was submitted by myself: NerdyMinx on A03
House of the Dragon
Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen
A Hatchling of Their Own https://archiveofourown.org/works/48216790
#ao3 writer#fanfic#twistedkingdoms sever#house of the dragon#daemyra#dead dove club#dead dove fic#daemon targaryen#daemon x rhaenyra#princess rhaenyra#queen rhaenyra#hotd smut#smut#writing prompt
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I was shook when I found out that Sian Brooke also plays Eurus Holmes in BBC’s Sherlock. And now, my mind is thinking of a House of the Dragon AU where Aemma Arryn is like Eurus.
Despite her kind nature and radiant smiles, only Daemon and maybe Rhaenys are aware how cunning and dangerous Aemma truly is, especially when provoked or slighted. And then, when Viserys chooses to cheat with Alicent of all people because Aemma fails to give him a living male heir, all hell breaks loose.
Viserys, a weak and gullible man he is, falls prey to Aemma’s mental manipulations and learns firsthand why he should not cross her.
Rhaenyra... she adores her mother more than Viserys and wants to be like her. And Daemon... he’s trying his best to prove himself to his sister-in-law that he is a worthy suitor for her daughter.
#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd au#daemyra au#daemyra#rhaenyra x daemon#daemon x rhaenyra#daemon targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#aemma arryn#aemma arryn deserves better#prompt
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Wanted by Amazing Angie
Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen
Rated E / 2k / Complete
Tags: Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Painful Sex, Gaslighting, Praise Kink, Dacryphilia
Summary:
“I can put it here.” He said, pressing his thumb to a place she’d never considered.
“Is it meant to go there?” She’d asked, unsure.
“I thought you wanted it?” He said, sounding disappointed.
Her uncle was always kind to her, never treating her like a nuisance or child —even when she was one. It was how she knew she could trust him with this, when she found herself confused by her septa’s words.
The vague explanation of what would take place in a marital bed, of what was forbidden before then was confusing. Especially how the act was sacred and only to take place between a husband and wife. It hadn’t seemed right to Rhaenyra, but she didn’t know enough to confirm it was wrong.
But she knew Daemon would.
She had been right.
He knew so much. She listened eagerly, as he told her what the septa had kept from her. He spoke of the pleasure that could come from a man's fingers—their tongue, and after they were married, their cock.
He told her how it would split her cunt open, taking her maidenhead with it as it thrust into a sheath women formed just for it. It would hurt, because women were small and they had to stretch before they could properly take a man’s cock. She’d have to be strong, those first few times. If she cried, she would need to hide them in a pillow— men didn’t like tears, he said.
But a good husband would understand, be slow with her, and careful, and eventually it would feel good for her too. There were places inside of her that would bring her pleasure, places that could only be reached by the head of a man's appendage. And with enough stimulation…she would come. She thought that was a myth, for women, but Daemon reassured her.
“What will it feel like?” She had asked, and he had grinned, “You’ll be hot, and wet—”
She had interrupted him, she couldn��t help it, “ I think I already am.” If possible, his grin only grew.
And that was when he taught her to find pleasure on her own fingers.
In the weeks that followed, she had his fingers, and his tongue, and soon learned to pleasure him too. She became very well acquainted with his cock.
And then she began to crave it.
She’d asked for it, even pleaded for him to press it in her. “Just the tip, please uncle.” She begged, as it nudged between her folds. But he always resisted, pulling away before she could feel the stretch of it in her cunt.
God, she wanted it so badly. She had cried for hours one night, feeling so empty and deprived. Her fingers weren’t enough anymore, and neither were Daemon’s. She needed more .
Daemon had been sympathetic, he said he understood.
“There is one way you can have it.” He admitted, hesitantly.
His fingers had roamed, still wet from the tears they’d brushed away. They stroked down her back, to her butt—sliding between the crack of her ass.
“I can put it here.” He said, pressing his thumb to a place she’d never considered.
It was a sign of how comfortable she was in his hands that she didn’t flinch when his finger nudged her there. A place she thought was dirty, and certainly not one she had ever thought of for such an act.
“Is it meant to go there?” She’d asked, unsure.
“I thought you wanted it?” He said, sounding disappointed.
“ I do!” She said, quick to disagree. She trusted Daemon in everything, especially this, and if he said it was okay…if it would allow her to clench down on his cock in some way, it would be worth it.
…
She was naked and over his lap, his palm lazily stroking his ass, fingers straying between the crease every so often. He was warming her up for what would come next, getting her used to his fingers near there before they went in there. It still seemed odd to her, but Daemon was quick to comfort her.
“You like my fingers in your cunt, don’t you?” He’d said —and she couldn’t deny that.
“It will be like that, just tighter at first. I’ll have to work you open—a little at a time before you're ready for my length.” She had nodded, that didn’t sound so scary.
“You don’t leak back here, not like your cunt, so I have to use oil to ease the way.” He said, reaching for the amber bottle— “I’m sorry” She said, apologetic that her body wouldn’t accept him without help.
“Oh sweetheart, it’s not your fault.” He said, pressing a kiss to her hair.
He told her to relax, so she did, pillowing her head on her hands and letting her body melt against her uncle’s lap. His hands felt nice on her—even when they roamed there. She swallowed when she felt the tips of oiled fingers drag across that forbidden place, before one began to press in.
Her first thought was that this was wrong. But Daemon had said it would be okay. So she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to relax despite the unyielding pressure against her hole. It didn’t feel like anything was supposed to be in there, much less something bigger than a finger, which already felt like too much! But she bit back her protests.
Once his finger made it in, he praised her. “ Such a good girl, taking my finger inside her.” and his kind words made it a bit more bearable.
“Just relax, princess,” She wanted to sob that she couldn't. She felt like a bow string drawn tight. But she didn’t want to disappoint him, so she tried.
And he praised her for that, too, and then his other hand brushed her clitoris and oh, that felt good. And somehow she managed to come like that, forcing her muscles to clench even tighter against the digit they’d captured.
She ached a little after, but Daemon kissed it better. And that felt good, too.
…
“Two fingers tonight, princess.”
…
“I know two still hurt, but don’t you want to make progress?”
…
“Three—that is so good sweetheart. Going to be able to give you my cock soon.”
…
“You’re practically loose around them, now. I think you’re ready for it.”
…
She didn’t feel loose now, as he had three fingers inside her.. She was gasping against the sheets—writhing against the movements inside her, as if her body was protesting and trying to resist. It wasn’t unpleasant, exactly, but it was strange—different. Especially when her cunt was slick and welcoming, where fingers there made her arch and thrust against them. The comparison between them was stark.
But she couldn’t have his cock there. And she wanted it. She wanted to be full of Daemon, to take his length, even if she had to take it there.
And he’d been so patient in this, in getting her stretched out. She’d cried a few times, but he had kissed away the tears. Told her he didn’t mind them, because he wasn’t a normal man, he was her uncle and he loved her. And she had smiled at that, even through her watery eyes.
He said she might cry tonight, even though he was going to use lots of oil and go really slowly. But he also told her a secret, “It makes me harder when you cry.”
She felt ready, as she lay on her stomach. A pillow was beneath her hips, bolstering her, and Daemon had been stretching her hole for what felt like hours.
She felt the tip notch against her, slippery with oil, but still struggling to press inside. This hole didn’t want him this way, she knew that, but she wanted him. That was why he’d worked so hard to get her ready, that was why she had to try. More than try, she had to take it. She wouldn’t disappoint him in this, even if it hurt.
Gods, it hurt.
“There you go princess, that’s the tip.” He said, stroking her back as he breached her. She hid her whines into the pillow, biting her lip to stop from crying out as he thrust a little deeper.
“I know it hurts, but you’re being so good,” She hiccuped, nuzzling deeper into the pillow and hoping it would get better.
It didn’t.
She was pleading, she realized, asking him to stop.
“Not yet princess, only halfway there. It’s okay to cry though.”
She did, hiccups and tears taking over as he pressed even further, deeper than his fingers had ever gone—hitting fleshy bits inside her that made her squirm, forcing her further against the length penetrating her.
“There you go, sweetheart, you took it all. I’m so proud of you, princess.” He said, cooing at her and stroking her hair. And then she was crying for a different reason, because she’d done it, and he was happy with her, and that made her happy even if it hurt.
At least it did momentarily.
When he moved, she wailed.
He readjusted, pressing more of his weight—and length—against her, whispering apologies, and praise.
He said she was tight, and hot, kind words mixed with swears as he filled her. Her only responses were little whimpers, unable to think enough to form words. It hurt, a dull throbbing pain in her ass, but when she tried to get away, his hips only thrust further.
“Just need to use you a little longer, princess.” He promised.
Was this what being fucked was like?
Was this what she wanted?
It was hard, when her body was so determined to clench and protest the instruction, but she tried to relax. Tried to focus on the thrust of the length inside her, the act she had dreamed of.
It wasn’t so bad, when she relaxed and just took it. She might have even moaned, and Daemon latched on to the encouragement.
“You want me to go harder?” He asked. She didn’t. She really didn’t, but she still couldn’t find the words in her to disagree.
“That’s a good princess, sucking me in, you’re so tight.” He said.
The praise healed some of the hurt, and she found herself resisting less, relaxing more, until her body lay limply against the sheets. The act seemed to go on for hours, the only thing distracting from the ache being Daemon’s moans and pretty words of pleasure.
Even if it didn’t feel good for her she felt some sort of…relief, when Daemon came inside her. When he emptied his seed into her ass and finally used her body as it was intended. When he told her she was the best he’d ever had.
And then, he moved between her thighs—mouth latching on to the aching bud of her asshole as he lapped at the come he had pumped into her. She came like that, clenching on the wet mess left inside her.
She wanted to cry again, because somehow after all that, now she felt empty.
Daemon understood, taking pity on her and thrusting two fingers into the aching muscle. She wailed, clenching down on the digits and coming harder than she thought possible.
Now she was truly relieved when he removed his fingers, everything ached too much—from pain, from pleasure, she wasn’t sure. She was exhausted, she just wanted to sleep.
She would figure out what she felt in the morning.
…
But when the morning came, it was her uncle's words that woke her.
“Mm, you’re still stretched out from last night.”
“You’ll be good and take it, right?”
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#Rhaenyra Targaryen#Daemon Targaryen#daemyra#fic#a03#romance#fluff#prompt#daemon x Rhaenyra#HOTD#house of the dragon#ficlet#fanfic#smut#dubious consent#angie writes
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Hii! Can I request no 34? I was thinking something like them not married at the time but in a secret relationship. They're attending a feast and they can't keep eye-fucking and teasing each other with small touches and they both get frustrated and leave the feast rather unceremoniously to "take care of themselves".
Say no more my friend, I got you.
The shadows had become their escape; silent pants against the stone walls of the keep, faces flushed with pleasure hidden by the dark and sweet words whispered into each other's ears.
Four moons had passed since the deaths of his lady wife and her good husband and three had passed since they had stumbled into the shadowy corner of the castle garden, and he had taken for against the garden wall. Hands scratching and pulling at each other's hair, her loud moans drowned out by the sea below. He remembers rutting into her like a beast pressing her front hard against the stone wall, her skirts up around her waist. She remembers the hard press of his body and the wet line their mixed releases left on her inner thighs has he pulled out of her used centre. He had spun her around and with a laugh pressed their lips together harshly unwilling to break the spell of their coupling so soon.
The next day she leant over to him at breakfast and whispered in his ear about the strange finger sharp marks on her hips and he had choked on his morning ale. She had patted him on the back remarking to their children that that’s what happens if you drank too fast and to heed it as a warning proper table manners.
They spent their days away from the others at court, unknowingly blending their families together. Their children played together like siblings down on the sand as they sat on blankets reading to each other, Daemon deep pronunciation of the High Valyrian words making her eyes close against the harsh rays of the sun. Only to be opened again by a high pitch scream from one of their children as one of the others dunked them into the surf or stuffed sand down the back of their dress.
Only once had Daemon had to step in and break apart two of them when it became too rough. Jace had been sent to bed with a sharp scratch line on his face from Rhaena after he had pulled the ribbon out of her hair, not a great injustice but any standards, but enough for her to tackle him to the sand and for them to fight like to baby dragons, only ending when Daemon has sprung up to stop Rhaena taking out Jace’s eyes. All was smoothed over by breakfast when Daemon led in her son in with a firm hand on his shoulder and Jace gifting his daughter with a new ribbon. Rhaena had quietly apologised for marking his face and had in return given him a cream that she and Rhaenyra had the maester made.
They spent their nights are man and wife. Whether it was him fucking her against the sea wall with her legs wrapped around his waist while they took an evening stroll or her taking him in her mouth as he sat undressing for the night. The nights were theirs. Filled with gentle touches as they laid in bed, his hand roaming over her body and hers tracing the scars that littered his, pressing gentle kisses to the ones that he flinched at.
Night-time feasts were easier to hide their touches under the dinner table, the candle lit rooms making the space between the tablecloth and their laps the perfect place for her to trace his fingers and for him to run his thumb over the healing scar on her wrist. He was vengeful the night the green cunt sliced open his niece's arm, he paced the floor of her rooms as the maesters sewed up the bleeding wound. As soon as they left, he was on his knees before her pledging his service to her rein and the protection of their families, she had gently kissed him on the cheek saying, “I would expect nothing less uncle”.
It was one said feast that she found herself sitting across from him. They shared fleeting looks and Daemon thinks she has never looked more beautiful than she does now. The candlelight brushing over her exposed shoulders, her sweet laugh filling the room when spoke with the lord sitting next to her.
Rhaenyra could feel his heated gaze roaming over her body, she light brushed her fingertips over her collarbone adding slight pressure to the dark bruise that lay just under the collar of her dress. She saw Daemons eyes following her fingers, seeing their last shadowy escape reflected in his eyes. She started rubbing his shin with her foot under the table, she had slipped her shoe off and was running her sock covered foot up and down his leg. She watched him grunt and shift in his chair when her foot made contact with his inner thigh. Pointing her big toe, he traced it down the hard line of his cock, she felt it jerk behind the material of his pants, she saw his hand tighten on his knife and fork. She worked his cock with the sole of her foot feeling a slight wet patch form and his cock become incredibly hard. He grunted again, cutting his food with more force then necessary.
He looked at her from underneath his lashes and she covered her smile with a drink from her cup.
“What say you brother?” The King asked, Daemon jumped and looked at him in confusion having missed the question. Rhaenyra dropped her foot and took another drink of her wine, her teeth biting the rim of the cup.
“Pardon?”, Daemon asked, resting his knife and fork on the table and reaching for his own wine.
“Honestly Daemon’, The king laughed, “I was saying we should hunt tomorrow.”
“I would say he would otherwise engaged dear husband.” Alicent coldly remarked, looking over at the two with hate filled eyes.
“and I would say he wasn’t asking you”, Rhaenyra challenged back, the two women locking eyes. The table fell silent apart from Daemon snorting into his cup.
“Enough daughter,” The King said reaching to place his hand on his wife’s, Rhaenyra watched the action with ice in her veins. Alicent smirked.
“I would say it is.” she said placing her napkin on her plate, “I need to check on the children”.
“I’ll walk you, to many men deep in their cups tonight for you to be wandering around the castle”, Daemon said standing and rounding the table to pull her chair out.
“Quite right brother, see her safely to her rooms”, the King said off headedly with a wave of his hand before going back to his conversation with the green bitch. The bitch in question eyed them with contempt, her eyes falling to the small brush of their hands as Daemon helped her out of her out of her chair. She said nothing to them as they left the room.
“Bitch of a woman”, Rhaenyra had seethed as she and Daemon made their way to the wing that housed their children.
“I would use a different word but yes”, Daemon said moving to walk between her and a drunken lord as they passed in the hallway.
“She has my brother so cunt struck that he can’t see her for what she is”, Daemon seethed as they rounded a corner into an empty hallway. Rhaenyra looked around for any people before pushing him into a curtained off alcove, Daemon landed on a low window ledge with a soft thud. Rhaenyra stepped into the space between his parted legs her hand cupping his face.
“And what would that make you uncle?”, she asked leaning forward to gently kiss his lips. Daemon’s arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer to himself.
“I see you as you are niece and I want no one else.” he replied reaching around to unlace her dress, pulling the fabric slowly away from her shoulder he licked the dark bruise that she was teasing him with earlier. Rhaenyra moaned loudly rolling her back to grant him further access, her hand tightening in his hair.
“and as for your cunt.” he said sliding a hand up her leg to slide a finger into her wetness, “I wouldn’t want to be stuck by another”. He pushes a long finger into her and she lets out anther loud moan.
“Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.” he mumbled into her neck, his mouth processing to pull and bite at her skin.
“Let them see” she moaned, pulling away from him she lifted her skirts and sat firmly on his lap, her knees resting flush with the cold stone of the window ledge.
“They already think me a whore, why not prove them right” she said grinding her core against the hard length. Daemon pushed her back with fire in his eyes and grabbed her face.
“Don't speak like that. Don’t call yourself their words”, he said firmly brushing his thumbs over her cheeks. They held each other gaze and she nodded.
“You’re not a whore. You’re mine”, and with that he slammed their mouths together.
Their hand frantically pulled at each other clothes, Daemon letting out a loud groan when her hands found their way inside his pants and fished his hard cock out. Bracing herself on his shoulder with one hand while the other delved into the mess of fabric at their waists, she lifted herself up and directed his cock into her warmth. They groaned into each other's mouth as she sat snuggly back down on his lap, he felt her insides flutter at the tight stretch and her nail dug slightly into the skin of his shoulders.
“I always forget how deep you are when I sit astride you” she gasps rolling her hips to try and ease the slight spike of pain. She reached down to run her fingers around the tight stretch of skin, brushing her thumb over her clit. The slight touch made her hips jerk and she slipped down further onto his lap with a high-pitched yelp. Daemon grunted his hand stilling her hips.
“Oh, the seven hells”, he quietly moaned into her chest. He nosed the seam of her dress down to reveal her peaked nipples and pulled one into his waiting mouth. Rhaenyra went to move her hips, but his hands continued to hold her still.
“Kepa...”, she whined tightening her internal muscles around his hard length. Daemon pulled away from her breast with painful bite to the nipple. They locked eyes as he slowly moved her up and then down again, their breaths mixing as they both panted at the movement. Rhaenyra reached down to move his hand to cup her breasts and braced herself again on his shoulders. She started to move her hips back and forward grinding her clit against his pubic bone, she felt a flood of wetness seep out from around his cock.
“Take your pleasure my little dragon”, Daemon encouraged as he lent back to rest against the windowpane. Moving her hands to rest on his chest Rhaenyra grabbed handfuls of his shirt and started to ride him.
Her legs start to shake as she gasps and moans on top of him, his hand reached back up to pinch and twister her nipples making her back arch. Daemon smirks, and begins to thrust his hips up, rolling them perfectly in time with her down strokes. Rhaenyra speeds up sound of their hips frantic and needy. Her hand flys down to rub fast circles around her clit, her whole body tightening as she peaks. Daemon continues to fuck through her high, his hands now slamming her down onto his cock, pushing through the fluttering ring of muscle at her wet entrance.
“Again”, he commands as he feels his balls tightens in their sack and he bites the skin of her neck breaking the skin. A small trail of blood runs down her chest slipping down under her loosened dress. Her hips start making short jerking movements as her fingers fly across her clit again.
“Daemon please...”, she begs throwing her head back as in a silent scream has the head of his cock hit a soft spongey part inside her, she feels a flood of wetness leave her and she shakes in his arms her mouth open trying to gasp in air, she falls forward into his chest.
“That's it”, Daemon pants his thrust starting to become more feral, he can feel that she has spilled out onto his pants, and he can hear the loud sucking noises as he fucks in and out of her gripping hole. Rhaenyra has gone boneless in his arms her soft moans and sobs buried in his chest as she sucks and licks at his nipples. Daemon yells her name as he stiffens, his cock jerking inside of her embedding his seed. He reaches down to flick her clit; she lets out a slightly pain filled scream and rears up throwing her head back and he feels her channel tighten around his spurting cock. He watches as her climax peaks as she gasps for air, his name falling from her lips. He fucks her through his own climax groaning as he feels his balls loosening. His thrusts become slower as they both start to jerk in oversensitivity, and she falls forward into his chest.
Daemons hips come to a stop, and they sink into each other, his arms wrapping around her to all melt them together. The alcove is silent as she runs her fingers over the light hair on his chest. Their breathing falls into sync as he gently brushes his fingertips up and down her back. He can still feel her pulsing around his softening cock and he gives his hips a slight roll.
“Dont you dare, I’ll cut it off.” she sighs, then gasps as she lifts her hips up letting him slide out of her. A flood of wetness follows his cock out and she shudders at the feeling of it as she sits back down. Daemon feels his cock jerk against her lower stomach as he remembers hitting the spongey place inside her. He had heard that some silk street doves were able to perform that act, but he had never witnessed it himself. He filed away the thoughts for later, maybe when he was on his knees for her, he would try and find it with his fingers.
“If you cut it off, how will I find that spot again?” He muses and brushes the sweat soak hair from her face.
“You are going nowhere near that spot”, she laughs as she stands on shaky legs.
Daemon stays seated slowly palming his cock while he watches her redress, only standing up when she turns her back to him and asks him to relace her dress. He presses a soft kiss to the back of her neck as he tucks in the loose ends of her laces, his arms wrapping around and pulling her to his chest.
“We won’t always have to hide.” he says joining their hands together on her stomach, silently pleading for the gods to make his seed take.
She nods, resting her head back on his chest as he starts to slowly sway them.
“I know.”
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NEW ONE-SHOT POSTED
Take Me With You, Together Let’s Bloom
When Rhaenyra found a stranger looking at her from her mirror, she never expected to fall for him...
My second entry for the Daemyra Appreciation Month hosted by the Daemyra Discord. The prompt for today was mirror.
Read the fic here.
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daemyra prompt: figureskating!au
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Rhaenyra's been ice-skating since she has memory, always looking up at her uncle Daemon, who has taught her everything she knows. When her biggest competition comes, her current partner (Leanor/Criston???) drops out so she must find a new one. The solution: her uncle, retired Olympic figure skating champion aka The Rogue Prince
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rhaenyra hired her cousin and private investigator laenor velaryon as they travel to old wyk manor, a home for the mentally fatigued, to search for her uncle, daemon targaryen, who one day mysteriously disappeared.
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Daemyra Promptfill
Word : Fire
Daemon's palms burn as he is handed the newborn and he fears that they're on fire, that he will hurt his little boy if he even touches him. But he takes him in his arms nonetheless, letting the slippery blood that coats the babe be the ice to his fire.
He holds him while the midwife cuts the cord which binds him to his mother and then he rocks the babe as his cries fill the halls of Dragonstone.
"Healthy?" Rhaenyra asks while still being tended to and Daemon nods in response. He dare not speak anything and let nature turn on him later, he fears this too.
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"He doesn't look anything like you or me" Daemon says a couple of days later as he watches Rhaenyra feed the silver haired babe from her breasts as he readies himself for bed.
"No?" she asks with a smile on her face.
"He looks like my brother."
"We're not calling him Viserys –" says Rhaenyra, shaking her head. "Haven't we argued enough about it?"
"Do you not want your father to forgive us?" he asks calmly in return.
She sighs but chooses not to answer him.
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"A handsome duo" says the King when Daemon and Rhaenyra introduce their children in the court a month later.
"What are their names?" he asks with a smile as his gaze shifts between the two silver haired boys.
"This is Aegon –" says Rhaenyra, bouncing the elder boy on her hip.
"And this is –" she continues towards the babe in Daemon's arms.
"Viserys" Daemon completes.
The King gets up from his throne and walks down towards them. He pats Daemon's shoulder with a small smile and ruffles little Aegon's head.
Daemon offers him to hold the little boy who shares his brother's name and Viserys picks him up. He plants the little boy's face with kisses and makes him erupt in giggles. The courtroom joins in the laughter.
It is then that Daemon feels the fire again, this time in his eyes as he watches his son get the love his brother kept from him, and it threatens to spill from his eyes but then a hand intertwines with his own and he looks over to see Rhaenyra. This is all he ever wanted.
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Aemma and viserys refuse to try for more children after several losses, painful on her physically and emotionally. leaving daemon as heir. They try to convince him to consummate his marriage with Rhea Royce, to bring forth a son of his own to secure this new line but daemon refuses, and says if they wish for him to have heirs they will annul his marriage and grant him a new one, with a Targaryen bride who will be his equal. The closest two options are Laena, daughter of rhaenys, and rhaenyra, daughter of the king himself.
It is decided, begrudgingly, that daemon should be betrothed to his niece so that there may be no hurt feelings later, a princess left to be forgotten in some castle simply because of her gender, much like rhaenys.
How does this change her youth? Does daemon still bring gifts to the princess when he can visit, spend time with her, teach her their language and how to ride dragons? Are these now seen as gifts to his future wife or is it still playing with his darling niece? How do the people around them see this relationship? When they have visits they are almost always chaperoned, moreso when she grows older.
When she's older she realizes just what being married means between two people, what's expected of her exactly, and most importantly that her future husband has been partaking in a mistress in the meantime. She's jealous. She wishes to be waited on no longer, deciding that courting the prince is her best option, despite having no knowledge in the art of seduction. The big conflict is overcoming their old labels for new ones. Daemon seeing her as the woman she's become and rhaenyra seeing him as a man who's been made to wait ever so patiently for his very own bride. Not to mention everyone now has to watch the sexual awakening of the realms delight, because it's very clear what's happening. Viserys and aemma have to grimace through watching their daughter court her betrothed while watching daemon turn into an unsure, almost innocent man as he does everything he can to do right by his future queen. Clearly, between the two, rhaenyra will win with only a matter of time, because being shy is not like either of them. As daemon falls for the advancements of his little wife, viserys and aemma decide to move up the wedding date. If people count the months from the wedding to the birth of their first child incorrectly, no they didn't.
With them married, a tentative agreement is made that a child of laenas and rhaenyra's will marry, so that they may bring rhaenys back to the throne even after her death
#upon their marriage elder lords compare the loud noises to baelon and alyssa#lol#prompt#daemyra#daemon x rhaenyra#daemon targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#hotd
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DAEMYRA APPRECIATION WEEK
Day 6 | AU/Canon Divergence
Modern AU / Mafia AU
Rhaenyra is the latest heir to the Valyrian mob. Just as she is about to take control of the family and become the new leader, her life is threatened by a rival gang, who allegedly also killed her father and mother. On the night of the announcement, they receive news that an assassin has been sent to kill her and it is among the guests; they just do not know who precisely is. By the time the assassin had gotten close enough to her to end her life, a familiar face saves Rhaenyra just before she takes the killing blow. Her savior is none other than her uncle Daemon, who has returned after years away from the family and has come to defend his niece's right to rule.
↳ Rhaenyra es la última heredera de la mafia de Valyria. Justo cuando está por tomar el control de la familia y convertirse en el nuevo líder, su vida se ve amenazada por una banda rival, quienes supuestamente también mataron a su padre y a su madre. En la noche del anuncio, reciben noticias de que han mandado a un asesino para matarla y que se encuentra entre los invitados; solo que no saben quién es precisamente. En el momento en que el asesino se había acercado lo suficiente a ella como para acabar con su vida, una cara conocida salva a Rhaenyra justo antes de que reciba el golpe mortal. Su salvador no es otro más que su tío Daemon, quien regresó después de años alejado de la familia y vino a defender el derecho de su sobrina a gobernar.
#house of the dragon#hotd#daemon targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#modern au#mafia au#promt#writing prompt#daemon x rhaenyra#daemyra#daemyraweek2023#daemyradaily#Matt Smith#milly alcock#edit#my edit
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𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍
⤷ 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺’𝘴 ‘𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯’
⤷ 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘳𝘢, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬
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